Yeeees, we're off to a good start THIS year folks! Two runs--two stoppages. I hope this doesn't set a precedent for the rest of the season.
Under overcast skies, five cars met at the Timmies on the Woodstock road, where I was immediately sent to retrieve David Nielsen who was without both car and wife. (By the way, why are so many wives staying home on these runs? There were seven of us alone this run.) David and I stopped by the highway where we ran into Curry who was also waiting for the group. Once rejoined, we all headed up the old 102 (or what's left of it) towards Dumfries and a feed of lobster. We where all pleasantly surprised when we met a table full of FABACians who had taken the 105 to the church and were already eating. This swelled our numbers considerably and we all dug in. The food was good and plentiful. For dessert, a seemingly endless supply of pies were offered.
After the meal, most of us decided to take the 105 back to Freddy. This road is much more scenic and has almost no traffic. David and I led the group and I found it to be a most enjoyable drive. If I have any complaint with our gang it's that we don't spend enough time chatting--we seem to eat and run. Motoring along with no schedule to keep, I took advantage of the opportunity to chat. As I dodged potholes and heaved pavement, we took in the scenery and solved the worlds problems. We even talked a little bit about girls and cars...male bonding at it's best! (I don't remember that - David)
Nearing Freddy, I noticed that we were alone on the road and stopped to wait for everyone else to catch up, assuming that in my driving exuberance I'd gone a bit quick. After a few minutes we decided to go back for a look in the unlikely chance that someone had broken down. The unlikely had happened and only a few Ks back up the road we found the group pulled up on the side. The Crumley's MGB had fallen victim to a pothole and had sheared some bolts holding the shock mount in place. Terry and I compared tool boxes and supplies, then offered a mix of Vice-Grips and steel wire as a temporary fix. Anne narrowed her eyes and offered, "Not if I'M riding in it you aren't!"
A tow truck had been called so we all took turns being sympathetic...
...like heck we did! The broken 'B' became the butt of endless jokes. The bugs weren't too bad and the late afternoon was warm which gave us plenty of time to gang up on the stricken car and its owners. Just about the time that we where growing tired of this game, the tow truck arrived and hoisted the poor little 'B' away. John and Anne climbed into the cab and everyone resumed the journey home as the skies grew dark and rain clouds gathered.
- Bob E.
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